I have a master! He is the best master under the heavens, having saved my life and led me onto the path of Cultivation Immortality!"
The mind gradually cleared, and the mist at the edge of the cliff was thinned by the wind.
Just at that moment, in the echoes of the wind, one could faintly hear someone speaking.
"... Disciple, do not fear..."
"Master!" A sudden epiphany struck, Wan Mingchuan firmly believed it was his master helping him recall forgotten past events.
The wind grew stronger, and the only words left echoing between heaven and earth were "Do not fear." Wanli also stood dazed, seeming to remember something yet unable to recall anything.
Behind them, the sect's celebration cannon roared, thousands of disciples voiced their congratulations, welcoming the patriarch back to the sect.
